sometimes

sometimes I think about
why I have te live
and why I have to fear
so much love still to give
after my little tear
has left my heart
but I don’t know
where to start
I’m such terrified
my soul has been fried
at the corner in my room
thinking about the moon
why he still got to show
if it still is, mine or his
well there’s no answer to it all
it ain’t written on the wall

© Maularia Fist